Hold On

My pulse is pounding in my ears and throbbing in time with the pain from his spanking.

“I love you,” I mutter, knowing it’s true and knowing that Marshall needs me to say it as much as I need to hear his response.

“I love you, too, little one. More than you know. I’ll always be here for you. For us. For the family we are going to have.”

With those words, he slams himself inside of me in one violent stroke, sending me spinning into a convulsing orgasm that makes my toes curl on the soft carpet.

Marshall pounds into me without restraint, his thick manhood sending pain into my belly as his hands move to dig into my hips, holding me steady as he uses me for his pleasure and in turn gives me mine.

He loves me hard, but he also dotes on me and spoils me in ways I could have only dreamed of before. He listens to me, values my opinions, wants to know my every thought and emotion…then in the next breath he treats me like his personal fuck toy, designed for pleasure alone. It all feels so right; I’m still shocked at how well we fit together.

“You like when Daddy plays with you like this, don’t you, little one? You know your pussy belongs to me and only me. No one will ever have you but me.”

“I like it…” I gasp breaths between each word. “I like when you come and play with me.”

The slap, slap, slap of flesh fills my ears as his massive cock stretches me, finding the deepest spots my body can offer.

“That’s good. It’s your job to make Daddy happy. You’re a very lucky girl to have my cock inside you. Whether it’s your mouth, your pretty little pussy, or someday soon…” I feel pressure on my tight back entrance, and it makes me gasp into the bedding. “Here in your ass. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? To feel like my dirty little girl, letting me fuck this ass?”

“Yes. I want…want that. I want to make you happy. Make you feel so good.”

“You do. So much.” His words are thick as he thrusts and grinds himself against me, and I turn my head to see him wild, head thrown back, mouth open as a deep growl rumbles from his chest. “So good. So fucking tight. So fucking right.”

His hips shift back, then forward with more force, driving the air from my lungs and prodding at my stomach. The pressure on my asshole grows, then I feel myself opening to his finger as I angle my hips and rock back into his thrusts.

“That’s my girl. Fuck your Daddy. Show me what a dirty girl you are for me. Only me. Always and forever for me.”

I whimper, driving my hips back into his cock, impaling myself over and over as the twinges of pleasure gather into a knot and he hits the spot inside of me that drives me crazy.

Faster and faster we move together, as the mixture of pain and pleasure and the intrusion of his finger in my ass makes me gasp and cling to the sheets, holding myself steady as my orgasm culminates and my body releases in a screaming pinnacle of need soaking me, Marshall and the bed beneath.

His other hand reaches up to pull at my hair, arching my back to seat himself inside of me so deep he’s opening my womb.

“I’m so fucking in love with you. So fucking obsessed with you.” His voice is shaking, deep, and it makes me shudder at the emotion contained in each word. “I hope you can live with that. Live with the fact that you turn me into this. This animal. Your pussy is perfection, Emmy. I’m going to fuck you over and over, knowing it will never be enough.”

His words drive more of my peak from me, toppling me over and over again into the spreading bliss that springs from my belly and explodes in waves down my legs, into my chest, making me dizzy and sightless, unable to move except to absorb the ecstasy of him.

A moment later, I’m being filled with his creamy heat, feeling the spurting inside of me as Marshall throws his head back with a roar that hurts my ears.

I see the pain and hunger on his face as he fills me, but I want more.

“Fuck me, Daddy. Never stop fucking me.”

A shudder passes through his body, and I feel it in his cock as more cum bursts into me.

“Jesus. I love you so much. Forever. You’re never getting away from me. I’m going to give you the world, little one.”

“I love you, too. Forever,” I manage as the reverberations from my orgasm make my voice quiver unsteadily.

“Do you mean that?” Marshall slips out of me, his finger leaving me as well, and he comes to lie on the bed, pulling me up and next to him, face to face. His dark hair is a sweaty mess, his eyes fixed on mine.